1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!
2 Should'st thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.
3 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.
4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanc'd, I grew
A juster prey for death.
5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;
Oh make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
6 Let not thy spirit e'er depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create a-new my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.
7 Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Lord, I would spread my sore distress |
| Title: | Original and actual Sin confessed and pardoned |
| Meter: | Com. Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1786 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion: restored; Blood of Christ cleansing from Sin; Christ: faith in his blood (14 more...) |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |